Master Micleus Wilsan sighed as he entered his tiny hovel on Tatooine. Not for the first time he began to wonder if he had been right to decline the offer to join the Jedi on Stewjon. Add to that the fact that he still felt like someone was watching him he was feeling a little stressed.

Micleus Wilsan: "I need a drink."

However, as the Jedi turned to his fridge the door was suddenly blasted off its hinges.

A man entered wearing an orange jumpsuit and carrying a red lightsaber.

Darth Levid: "I am Darth Levid. And I am your doom Jedi."

Micleus Wilsan: "Stand assassin and meet your fate!"

Levid flew through the air and clashed blades with Wilsan sending a shower of sparks flying in all directions.

The two moved together, their blades leaping back and fourth as they dueled one another.

Micleus slashed at Levid's chest, however the Sith backflipped out of the way causing the Jedi to slice through the pillar behind him.

As the pillar collapsed Levid spun round to block Wilsan's attack.

He reached out with the Dark Side and set Master Wilsan hurtling into the wall.

As the Jedi lay dazed on the floor, Levid lifted the ruins of the pillar and dropped them on his still body.

Darth Levid: "And so it ends."

Levid was about to leave when suddenly Micleus burst from the rubbles, his green blade flaring.

Micleus Wilsan: "Not whilst I still breath Sith!"

Darth Levid smiled.

Darth Levid: "Easily fixed."

The Sith focused his power and unleashed a bolt of lightning that struck the Jedi squarely in the chest.

As the Jedi fell away Levid called his lightsaber to his hand. With blood dripping from several wounds Micleus began to speak.

Micleu Wilsan: "A... Loss for one, is.... A gain for.... Another."

Darth Levid chuckled.

Darth Levid: "Your loss, my gain!"

The SIth pulnged the two blades into the Jedi's chest.

Far away, in the catacombs of Korriban Darth Nihilus receives a message.

Darth Levid: "It is done my Lord. The Jedi's informant is dead."
Darth Nihilus: "You have done well my friend. Your power grows stronger each day. Soon we shall hold this Galaxy by its throat."

In the shadows of the tomb, Darth Sion watches and begins to wonder, for the first time in his life, that someone may replace him.